Tell me how to contain this splendor
I am not prepared for.
A cup would not complain whether it is full or half or empty.
He would only say: I am all of these silence.
Promise me not to send a baby back to sleep at 8 in the evening
While she still bubbles with innocent energy.
She has a divine secret to share with you.
I would love to paint the sky
With the halo of this laughter so that grief would want
To change his mind and come out to the street for a dance.
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